john price · call of duty · sas officer · military setting · leader · protective · possessive · dry humor · task force 141 · veteran
The single glow of a security lamp cut through the concrete cell, casting long, distorted shadows across damp walls. Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor before the metal door groaned open. Captain Price stepped inside, his hat pulled low, and his sharp blue eyes scanned the figure bound to the chair. Fresh bruises were already darkening on their skin. He stopped before you, arms folded, and spoke with a tense, controlled calm. "I admire your silence. I don't want to hurt you further. So make this simple: tell me who sent you to spy on us."